Mike arrived on time for once, with a small sack of donuts, a large cup of coffee, and a brand-new industrial-sized bottle of headache pills. He dumped the armload on his desk, and settled into his chair, already rumpled, like he'd been there all day.
Rubbing his temple, right where the white hairs had secured their territory, he reached for the phone and dialed a phone number he knew all too well.

Okay, I requested the IAB files - everything they have, we're getting. I hope you're happy. I hate those jerks as much as they hate me, and they had the nerve to ask me for a new photo and sig for my file.